I have a new found respect for the power of LSD. I was really thinking i could take lots of it and have a strong enough ego to stay in control of the experience - get high, have fun, maybe get some psychological benefits and emotional calibration. I’d casually drop 300 ug with zero regard for set and setting and just handle whatever eventuated.
But I see now because I was running those trips so close together they were mostly kinda half-assed downtuned experiences. The last two times when my brain was already totally fried from stim use and sleep deprivation I experienced the biggest mind-fuck of my life on 200 ug and 300 ug.
Not a ‘bad trip’ in the usual sense but almost unbearably intense. At one point I was totally lost just 2 streets from my house and almost asked a stranger to help get me home - but I feared I was unable to speak or that the stranger might really be lamp post or a tree.
I would really hesitate before trippjng again now, I would defintely only take 1 tab, and only if I had a stock of benzos handy.
Hi, yes I read that. I would have shared a thought there too, but I'm in a rut and not seeing straight.
But I felt that you might notice more personal growth from this one.
I have experienced living with a deep apprehension to dosing Acid at times. Even after decades.
I don't have that now. I didn't like that. I feel I have pretty fully hacked it.
I've had countless bad trips, but none have scarred or left me once bitten twice shy. Oddly.
Now there's no way I would drop acid right now, or any week soon.
I would be scared of that. But not at all the LSD itself, fully rational.
Until my infections and nerves are well under control, it will only cause me excruciating discomfort for 30-40 hours any dose, and a week of my actual nerves being way more sensitive.
I do respect LSD. I've never actually looked at it lightly. It appears I set bad example. That's people assuming, misunderstanding.
I respect all doses. But I have really no fear of the drug itself. I have shown myself the near limitless potential my own mind has to handle anything where it is still possible to exercise mind over matter.
I only need a fine body and I'm kind of immune to losing handle of any trip.
But yes. I'm not going against what you describe. This happens, it's never a sure bet.
I'm just nuts though, like I've thrown myself so far into the deep end so many times, as if it's a military simulation with such mental steel. Conditioning training in a sense.
The most benefit came always from humbling myself, wiping my current hardrive, reinventing myself slightly.
Always so melancholy and unsettling. Beyond comfort zone.
I'm so glad I repeated this becoming childlike again experience so many times.
I would kind of lose my tongue a bit, then every time my language, speech skills would be easier neater more natural and refined.
Keeping that communication has been my focus and anchor. I kind of installed endless pschological and emotional firewalls, having sabotaged my own speech ability age 23 with Neurosis from gross MDMA abuse, it became a life work to ensure speaking remains as secure easy and intuitive as any activity we easily perform, until I die.
LSD has been the most powerful tool here. I completed my work on this particularly very well.
Maybe this also helped keep me so secure and grounded in myself too.